Category: mp3

v1
She left the lights on. She wanted somebody to think she was home.
She left the lights on. Suggesting her presence, she busied the phone…
She left the lights on. How could you have ever possibly known
There was nobody there – Nobody home?
Nobody cared to sound the alarm

v2
You laid her right down. She wanted some money but there was none to be found
She laid her rights down, suggesting her pleasure in satisfied drones
You’d later bite down. How could you have ever possibly known
There was nobody there – Nobody warm?
Nobody dared pick up the phone…

Bridge:
Honey on the table – wine on your tongue,
The milk offered to you by the Forbidden One – See the problem?
Honey on the bed, and wine on the floor,
The milk turns to gravel as you crawl through the door – See the problem?

v3
She left the lights on – She wanted somebody – Your body she found.
You laid your rights down: the right to be right when the shit comes around
She’d later bite down. How could she have ever possibly known
there was nobody there – nobody known
nobody rare who loved her, alone?

I heard the news and it scared me – I had to run for cover , run for shelter
I was the news and it bared me – I had to run for cover in another –
“Pull down the blinds and lock the doors – I wont have to hear this any more
I’ve had the Wind knocked out before – I cannot fight this kind of war”

CHORUS:
I got the wind knocked out it’s not coming back
I am shutting down I am fearful now
I got the wind knocked out – and its not coming back

V2
I was asleep and it spared me – I could hide under cover – under shelter
Being asleep never dared me to come out from the cover – from the shelter
but pull down the sheets – you can see the scars –
i don’t have the strength i had before
who you are can be ignored when they see the handmaid and not the sword…

CHORUS:
I got the wind knocked out it’s not coming back
I am shutting down – I am fearful now
I got the wind knocked out – and its not coming back

V3

Baby, Baby, Baby, Baby – > trained me so that little fazed me
Filled the barn but nearly razed me- yet covered me with Grace
Opened my eyes, unlocked the door. Life has a way of keeping score
Mortality cant be ignored.
But you can choose the coma or you can choose the war…

BRIDGE:

Shout it from a Mountain top – i will…
This is not the time to lay low, be silent or be still
Shout it from a microphone: “Flesh and bone must ride this storm”
Shout it from the Mountaintop: I will

CHORUS2:
I got the wind knocked out but a Storm came back
I am not shutting down – I’m stronger now – It fills my lungs so i can shout:
I got the wind knocked out , but a Storm came back ——

It’s the first day of 2000 and something…
And with the beginning of this new year approaching, it had been made clear to me that I was to release completely raw and unedited recordings of songs I’ve written over the last several years. These particular recordings were all made, first take, the very day the songs were written. My intention, then, wasn’t to have anyone else actually listen, or critique these recordings… My intention, then, was to keep track of them. That is the reason you will hear me say at the beginning of each one which track they are on, what the first chord is, the title and so on as the recordings begin. You will also hear me mess up. I hit wrong notes here and there… You’ll hear my bracelets jingle on most, a doorbell ring on some, and dog’s walking by on many…
You will, perhaps, also feel like you are reading my diary, because in a sense you will be. Some songs are about the crazy, wild love I feel for Eric or my kids. Some work through a fight. In some I will flat-out tell family secrets…
Some songs will make you feel jealous of me (because my life is so very, VERY good) and others were my way of working though very difficult things like depression, betrayal, the murder of a family member, being hit on, suicide of close friends, etc…
Some songs are prayers…
Some talk to G-d as if I’m the favorite child.
Some talk to Jesus as if He are in a serious romance…
In some my soul chases after the Holy Spirit like a sailor chases after the Wind.
Some sound like I question if G-d cares,
is trust worthy
Or even exists…
Many don’t mention G-d at all.
The subjects are as diverse as the variant theme of days, themselves.
And today begins the flight of these recordings put out freely because I strongly sense that is the way each will find the doorstep of the hearts to which they belong, cloaked only in the vulnerability of unedited imperfection.
More to come…

V1
C
If I don’t show Love when I am in Pain
Fm
If I don’t serve those who cannot repay me
C
If I don’t fight for the ones without rights
Bb F C
I am nothing – take me down

V2
If I can speak like the best of angels or men
If I can make mysteries as plain as the day
And have the faith to command nature –
Yet not have the love to heal it – take me down

Bridge:

Bb FmIf I sacrifice myself, my reputation and my wealth C Even my body – I have given nothing… Bb Fm CIf Love does not possess me I am worthless – or worse … Take me down Bb Fm CAnd all that I surround myself with – take it downBb Fm C
If it separates me or others from the Truth – Take me down…

Bridge 2:Bb GI am seeing through a fog – I am peering through a mist C I can feel the power coming and I know that hope exists Bb Fm And one day I will see clearly – walk with You and You with me CBut for now the dearest treasures are wrapped up in mystery

V1
Love at First Sight – People would try, but could not understand it
What made it right? How could we drop everything as we’d planned it?
Sometimes at night we’d both wonder why we were having such favor
Sometimes, in spite of all good intentions, we labeled them “Naysayers”

Chorus;
We thought we deserved this –
Living on the surface –
Somehow we were “worth it” – and then…

V2
Our first real fight – finally seeing weren’t insulated
“Who’s wrong? / Who’s right?” seemed to be all that we concentrated on
Sometimes at night we wondered why we were having such trouble
Sometimes, in spite of all good intentions. we’d burst our own bubble

Churus:
I did not deserve this –
I did not deserve this –
I did not deserve this from You…

Bridge:
Where did I get the idea that you had to be perfect to be perfect for me?
Where did i get the idea that perfection existed?
Where did I get the idea that conflict and doubt are not part of the equation?
Where did I get the idea and not resist it?

V3
You needed me – and they needed me – and I needed me
and you could not be all of the things i asked you to be
And sometimes at night you wondered how to provide what I’d long for
Sometimes, in spite of all good intentions, i could not have harmed You more…

Bridge:
Where did I get the idea that you had to be perfect to be perfect for me?
Where did i get the idea that perfection existed?
Where did I get the idea that conflict and doubt are not part of the equation?
Where did i get the idea and not resist it?

Chorus:
You did not deserve this –
You did not deserve this
You did not deserve this from me —-
and I’m sorry…

V4:
Love, deep and wide – we thought we had it back at the beginning
But that seed has died, and buried itself, and tripled our winnings
Sometimes at night the roots go down deeper to steady the swaying
And sometimes in spite of all good intentions we were only playing at Grace

Chorus:
We did not deserve this
having Hope resurface
Thrive, and make it worth dying for….